The other day whilst in the midst of job hunting under grey and threatening skies I was struck with uncommon sentiment so I did what comes natural I head for water’s edge. No massive ocean close to hand, no pounding, crashing waves upon defenseless sand to steal the attention no, my choice the mighty Columbia River. Sunlight reflects and strong winds out of the Columbia River Gorge catapult memory back, back, back bringing a smile of remembrance and the following from depths within:
Love is: Amorous, heartfelt, kind, generous, euphoric
Love is: Anguish, unease, sadness, mournful
An addicting drug, lonely, vacant
A high, a spectacular sunrise, sunset
The first snowfall, awe-inspiring mountain range
Water’s edge tickles the grey matter
Robust, steady wind caress the head, nature’s massage
Sadness in distant eyes
Melancholy moment
Why?
A sun break
Rain now across the glasses
Back to present time
Home now and through technology wonderful: Venice, Italy live on screen
AAAhhh, Venice.
Lovers walk along crescent bay
Kiss under crescent moon
Bilge pumps have righted the ship
The imagery created here is awe-striking. Though a bit of a grammar freak, I appreciated the fragmented format you chose for the train of thought. I especially liked the line “Water’s edge tickles the grey matter” that linked the physical experience with the mental, and made the river and wind a distinct metaphor. Still peeling back the layers of meaning now…
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Thank you Abigail pleased you like.
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